Where Do I Go

Oh god, it’s cold; I need new gloves these things are getting old.

Maybe if I keep walking my toes won’t freeze, I’ll just walk until I get there to avoid this rigid breeze.

I can’t wait to find some heat, my fingers have gone numb, I should have prepared boy I’m dumb.

I’ll just stop thinking about it, maybe if I think warm thoughts; I'll warm up a bit.  I’m in Florida walking on the beach, I fall in the sand, when I bend to reach, I’m trying to reach to pick up the beautiful sand I just want to feel its tiny grains in the palm of my hand.

That warm sun feels good on my face, kinda like the feel of hand woven lace.

I continue my journey to where I must go; I should walk faster, I moving much to slow.

Almost there just a little bit more before I know it I’ll be knocking at the door.  The cold returns, my face has become white, the fantasy is over I held on to it with all my might, Just a little further, then I stop and I think, where do I go, my bed last night was just a pile of snow.